I had a full house of screening and took the morning-after pill. What an ironic position I’ve found myself in… A fortnight ago I wanted my husband to commit to trying for a baby in the future… Now my body is currently absorbing an emergency contraception to prevent pregnancy from a stranger on a one night stand. I barely said a word at the clinic; just nodding and answering questions when prompted. I now have to face an agonisingly long week of waiting for the results. Steve was fairly convincing with his argument as to how clean he is but I need to hear it from the professionals. I already feel like he hoodwinked me, albeit unintentionally. Once we’re back at home, I take a long bubble bath to wash away last night and my visit to the clinic. My thoughts carelessly travel to the lovely warm fuzzy feeling of being called ‘Angel’ by my horny forbidden gladiator. In truth, Jaxson hasn’t been far from my thoughts since Tricks, which seems like so long ago. How can I allow somebody to dominate my thoughts after such little interaction?
